Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Smog,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.